Ephman loves art. But mostly the kind that doesn't find its way into the gallaries, or musems (but they're ok too). Something about the spontaneity of the street. The realness, and the grittyness, of NYC. It's the way that these pieces can be added to. Improved or destroyed. And especially the temporariness of it all. Sort of like life itself.
Found these pieces in Brooklyn Heights. They all have this creepy feel to them, so they work well in combination. You should one day head over to Brooklyn Heights and google around to see some great works.
